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The “Good” BookTwo steps, a little caution, and a strong gust of wind later, Jonah and Terrence stood on Flat Iron Street. Jonah knew the area well, but hadn't had much experience there at this time of night. He'd had enough of staying at work past closing time at his former job of Essa, Langton, and Bane, and was perfectly content leaving after-hours dawdling to the oddballs like Roger. The man thrived on it.
“Why isn't this bustling?” quizzed Terrence. “It isn't that late, and this isn't a quiet town like Rome.”
“Has to do with the section,” Jonah explained. “A slightly older crowd shops in shopping centers in this part of the city. You can see by the stores here. No one in this part of town is a night owl, I guess. It's one of the reasons why I took the job at the bookstore, beca
